Shuhan

In the early morning of the next day, the sky turned slightly white, but the smoke of the war still filled the air and failed to dissipate for a long time.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in a thick layer of smoke and dust, as if covered with a gray veil.

In the distance, the prisoners of the Wei army were strung together in strips, their flags were broken, their expressions were dejected, many people had despair on their faces, and the battlefield could only be described as a mess.

The battlefield was littered with discarded weapons, broken flags, and scattered horses, and every place recorded the tragic battle last night.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning, which was suffocating.

Occasionally, a breeze blows by, bringing up dust and debris on the ground, which inadvertently makes people feel sad.

Although the Han army's camp also suffered considerable losses, because the Wei army did not rush into the camp, although there were some losses in soldiers, they were not significant.

The civilians were busy cleaning up the battlefield, carrying away the corpses of the Wei and Han soldiers one by one. Their faces showed no joy or sorrow, only numbness.

Just because they have seen the cruelty of war.

The soldiers who were still alive and kicking last night had turned into cold corpses at this moment.

Various expressions from the battle still remained on their faces, whether they were fear, anger, determination, or unwillingness.
But life has been fixed at this moment forever.

But in this world, it has always been about the weak and the strong.

The weak will only complain about the environment, while the strong have already adapted to the environment.

The sun gradually rose, and the warm sunlight fell on the battlefield, dyeing the land shrouded in war with a layer of gold.

Under this golden light, the smile on Wang Ping's face can also be described as brilliant.

Win!

Still a big win!

Just by simply counting the number of prisoners captured by the Wei army, we can know that there are more than 10,000 prisoners.

Among them are hundreds of generals.

There are more than 3,000 war horses.

They are all tall horses from Xiliang, and they are born to be cavalry.

The Wei cavalry was attacked by its own refugee army, which is why there were these losses. If it were only the Wei cavalry, although it would be defeated, it would not be defeated.

According to Wang Ping's statistics, the loss of the Wei army's cavalry this time was probably about 2,000 cavalry.

There are even more people who are separated.

Even if Cao Zhen could gather the remaining 7,000 cavalry, it would still take a lot of time.

And now.
He doesn't have that time anymore.

Liu Feng and his cavalry had already gone to chase the enemy north.

The cavalry is not large-scale and has no logistical support, and its lethality is limited.

Even the state and county soldiers can stop him.

The small cavalry army was no match for the infantry.

Only when the cavalry army reaches a certain size can it demonstrate its combat effectiveness.

It was only a matter of time before those Wei cavalrymen who scattered to the south bank of the Wei River and never crossed the river were captured.

The Wei cavalry that fled to Weibei would also suffer heavy losses.

the most important is
Their confidence is gone.

Confidence is more important than gold.

Those who secretly support Cao Zhen may not dare to support him anymore.

Having lost his mass base and morale, Cao Zhen's remaining options have become fewer and fewer.

"Gather the prisoners and send them to Chang'an to build a palace!"

Not long after arriving in Guanzhong, he achieved a great success while lying down.

Wang Ping's mouth is almost bursting with laughter now.

No wonder those generals want to serve as generals under His Highness. This achievement is so easy to obtain. Who doesn’t want to serve as generals under His Highness?

Wangwangwang~
He is willing to be a dog for His Highness.

"It's a pity that they are a refugee army. There are not many female relatives in the army. Even if there are, they are in ruins. Your Highness will not look down on them."

His Highness's preferences are now known to everyone in the military.

If something good goes up, the down below will be satisfied.

Wang Ping's only regret now is that he has not found beauties, especially wives.

What to do about it!
The night gradually fades and the morning light begins to appear.

Weibei.

In a valley dozens of miles away from the Wei River.

Cao Zhen led the remnants of the Wei army's cavalry and fled into the deep valley forests in the haze of defeat.

Behind them was the thundering sound of the Han army's pursuit. Every cry to kill was like the mockery of death, echoing in this silent valley.

This dense forest is like a natural maze. Towering ancient trees are intertwined with dense branches and leaves, blocking most of the sky, leaving only dappled sunlight shining through the gaps. The forest was filled with the smell of moist earth and the faint smell of rotting leaves, and the air seemed to be full of depression and despair.

Wei Jun's horses were already exhausted from running and fighting all night long, and now they were so tired that they rolled their eyes and foamed at the mouth.

Their breathing was rapid and heavy, and every step they took seemed extremely difficult.

The cavalrymen held on to the reins tightly, fearing that the horses would stumble and throw them off.

Even three horses could not withstand such an intense march.

Horses can't stand it, and people can't stand it either.

The faces of this group of Wei cavalry were full of fear and anxiety, and their eyes had lost their former pride and confidence, leaving only deep despair.

Cao Zhen was riding on a black war horse. Although the horse looked tired, it still maintained a majestic aura.

The armor on his body was stained with blood and dust, and his eyes shone with anger and unwillingness.

Damn damn damn!

His mother's.

Your mother's maid.

Straight bitch!
Cao Zhen cursed in his heart!
Looking back at the messy team behind him, an inexplicable anger and sadness surged in his heart.

As a general of Wei State, how had he ever suffered such a disastrous defeat?
But reality was cruelly placed in front of him, forcing him to accept this fact.

Damn Mr. Liu, he is so cunning.

When he first learned about the Han Army's grain transport team, he should have thought more about it.

otherwise
He wouldn't be reduced to such a situation.

The muscles on Cao Zhen's face twitched slightly, as if he was suppressing the anger and grief in his heart.

He knew that he must remain calm and firm at this moment in order to lead the remnant army to escape from the siege.

Call ~
He took a deep breath, trying to calm down his inner emotions, and then turned his head to look ahead.

suddenly!

Deep in the dense forest, a winding path is vaguely visible.

Cao Zhen was overjoyed and said to himself: "There is no unstoppable path for man!"

He immediately waved the sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "Quick! Follow me!"

His voice echoed in the dense forest, bringing a glimmer of hope and courage to the panicked cavalry.

Immediately the remaining Wei cavalry swarmed out.

Gradually, the sound of the Han army's pursuit in the distance became distant.

They have three horses and one person, and they have been running for so long, and they are almost exhausted.

The Han troops behind were gradually moving away.

After escaping for the time being, Cao Zhen didn't show any joy on his face. He just said: "Count how many people and horses there are? Are the people from the ordnance battalion still following?"

You can do without logistical support, but you can't do without the craftsmen who repair weapons.

Otherwise, after a big battle, the sword is cut and rolled, the armor is damaged, and there is no one who can repair it, then the combat effectiveness of this army will only get lower and lower.

Everyone rested where they were, and the statistical results soon came to Cao Zhen.

"General Qi, there are still 1,531 people in the army, more than 3,000 horses, and no craftsmen in the ordnance camp."

Those craftsmen were originally at the rear of the army, but after the defeat, how could there be any rear?
They don't have horses, they rely on only one pair of legs. How can they run out?
Cao Zhen's heart was heavy, and his face looked like a black pot.

The situation was more serious than he imagined.

"By gathering the remaining soldiers, we may be able to get 3,000 cavalry, but it's impossible to get more."

After the night broke out, the cavalry dispersed in all directions. Those who crossed the river were lucky, but those who failed to cross the river would definitely be hunted down by the Han army.

Cao Zhen counted his remaining soldiers.

Thinking about the best, maybe we can gather five thousand cavalry.

But these five thousand cavalry have low morale, insufficient food and grass, lack of logistics, their weapons and armor cannot be repaired, and their combat effectiveness will become weaker and weaker.

After this victory, the Han army's encirclement and suppression efforts against them will become increasingly fierce.

Their living space will become smaller and smaller.

The situation is no longer optimistic.

Now he has two choices.

Retreat to Longxi.

Or go to Zuo Fengyi and join Zheng Hun.

How to choose.
Cao Zhen was entangled.

ps:
There is another chapter tonight. (End of chapter)